Torture
Title: Torture
Author: MYBIGBLUEBOX
Series: C.S.I
Rating: T
Genre: angst/comfort
Spoilers: none
Characters: Gil Grissom, Sara Sidle, Conrad Ecklie
Disclaimer: God knows how many times you've all read these disclaimers but I'm going to say it all again just coz. I don't own these characters they are all property of channel 5, CBS productions and the writer.
Summary: Ecklie is at the door, Sara is terrified as memories of her rape run through her mind. Lets hope the P.D. arrives in time.
Dedications: Everyone who's read anything I've done over the years and gave their constructive criticism.
Warnings: very violent and a strong reference to rape. Bad language and despair. Explores the feelings of rape victims so please mind the rating, if you are affected by any of these subjects.
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Sara's POV
Oh God! Oh God here he comes. A loud bang rings through the apartment , I jump in fear, whimpering. Gil pulls me further into his lap, I hear him rooting in his bedside table for his gun. Suddenly everything goes quiet. We sit in the dark, clinging to each other, all I can hear is the harsh beating of Gil's heart next to mine. The blood whooshes in my ears and my skin burns, fear coursing through my body. The silence lasts forever, torturing my soul, the waiting increasing my paranoia with each passing second, I count them in my head, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen... it seems like forever. Suddenly the door crashes open, I scream knowing that he's going to finish the job this time, this time I'm dead.
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Grissom's POV
I hear her scream and my heart brakes in two. I tighten my grip on her and my gun. I hear the footsteps coming loudly down my corridor. Fear is rising in my throat, my heart is in my mouth. I have to protect her, I have to! A dark outline of a man appears in the doorway. Oh God this is it. Everyone of my senses are on fire, cars screech past in the street, Sara's nails dig into my skin, her hot tears scorching me. His voice echoes in my ears.
'Hello Sara, did you miss me?' Sara's strangled sob reaches my ears, I raise my gun so that it's trained on Ecklie's head.
'If you speak one more word to her, I swear I'll take your head off.' The words are laced with ice and venom. Hatred courses through my veins. Ecklie takes a step towards us.
'Now Gil, come on, that's no way to talk to a former colleague.' I cock my gun in reply.
'I don't think you'd do it Gil. You don't have it in you.' Ecklie moves slightly into the moonlight that shines through the crack in the curtains, illuminating his dishevelled appearance in an eerie glow. We stare each other out for what seems like a century before another head appears behind Ecklie's, the stranger's gun is pressing into the back of Ecklie's head. Brass' low, baritone voice shatters the silence.
'Maybe he doesn't have it in him, but I do. Put your God damn hands in the air and keep 'em there.' Relief floods me. Suddenly my whole body feels like it weighs a tone. My hand holding the gun falls heavily onto the bed, my head drops into Sara's hair, thank God she's okay. I look up to see Brass staring at us.
'Hey, you two gonna be okay?' I nod at him, words escape me.
'It won't be long now. Trial dates set for two weeks from now.' I watch as he turns his back on us and moves to the door, I call him back.
'Thanks Jim, for everything.' He smiles at me, he looks like he hasn't slept in days.
'No problem Gil.'
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Ecklie's POV
Damn!! God damn it!!! The bastard caught me. I swear if I don't get the chair I'll fucking kill them, I'll kill the lot of them!!
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Brass' POV
Thank God I got here in time. The sight of my best friend and his girl huddled together in fear of our former 'colleague' was too much. I'm still feeling the aftermath of anger running through me making my hands shake. When I pressed that gun to the back of his head I sooo wanted to press that trigger, send the bastard into hell where he belongs. I couldn't do that in front of Sara after all she's been through the last thing she needs is to see Ecklie's brains seemed up the bedroom wall. I hope they give the bastard the chair.
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Sara's POV
I sit in Gil's lap, tears of fear still dampening his night shirt. his hand runs over my matted hair, his words whispering in my ear, gentle words of comfort soothing me. We sit for what seems an age, huddled together in darkness. His arms hold me safe in a cradle of warmth. He's gone now, he's finally gone.
Hours later we lie together in the early morning light, we face each other, eyes closed, we both know the other is awake, neither of us can sleep after the nights events. The silence is so calming, we are perfect in the silence. Gentle warmth keeps us where we are, our foreheads pressed together, Gil gently strokes his hand over my side, perfect, until he speaks.
'Sara, the trial's in two weeks. Are you going to testify?' My eyes shoot open, the morning is no longer perfect.
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Okay new chapter up and running. I hope you like it. This will be the last one before Christmas but I may launch on boxing day if I can. I suppose the story may get a bit boring after the trial. I was going to take Sara and Grissom further and see how they can be together after Sara finds closure, what do you think? Do you want to read that? Please review.